Dependents scanned with skeptics' eyes
disbelieving you would leave.
But willingly you vanished fast
without explaining or excuse.

All those needing, they're still here
abandoned no less than before
you pressed your palm against a door
and let an exit swallow dreams.

Yet some still trust you might return
by change of heart or memories
through sense of duty or regret
as others quietly accept

this absence voiding futures whole
all because a crucial role
was, on a whim, unfilled one day.
Did you not care? What would you say

if you reviewed your aftermath?
Would you still go down that path?

Forsaker © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 3, 2019